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• Artiste: Dirt Poor Robins
• Titre: Masquerade
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First a glance and then a crooked smile Draw him in and let the games begin If he doesn't ask she will not tell She paints the picture oh so well When we lie Oh what tangled webs that we weave When at first we practice to deceive We become a slave to make-believing Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my secrets keep If I'm found out before I wake I pray the Lord my secrets take Well rehearsed he baits the hook of pride Reel her in while she's self-satisfied Get a feel for what she's lookin for Give her that, you're in the door When we lie Oh what tangled webs that we weave When at first we practice to deceive We become a slave to make-believing Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my secrets keep If I'm found out before I wake I pray the Lord my secrets take Truth casts a shadow hard to conceal But darkness blurs the flaws the light reveals Charm is deceitful and flattery is vain But in the dark of the hunt the veil remains Oh what tangled webs that we weave We practice to deceive We become a slave to make-believing Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my secrets keep If I'm found out before I wake I pray the Lord my secrets take Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my secrets keep If I'm found out before I wake I pray the Lord my secrets take